Your skin smells of crushed almonds
and sun filtered through palm fronds
I keep my eyes closed, anticipating
your touch, your closeness, luxuriating
in the softness of your breath on cheek
caressing as anticipation reaches a peak.
I whisper your name in a gasped song -
it tinkles on tongue and hangs on to lips
lingering for just a moment too long.
Leaning into your embrace I come to grips
with stark reality as I fall for a brief moment.
"You're not here", I think as I hit the pavement. |